"...mmm! Now that's what I call a beignet. Had them properly at the Cafe du Monde once. Great little setup, I was having breakfast with my boyfriend at the time, his sister--and his sister's husband, who I was also sleeping with. Now that was my idea of a balanced breakfast..."

Jack blinks, realizing the short blonde he was talking to has left.

...thank heavens for small favors.

Plate of food in hand (and truthfully, the beignets in New Orleans were better), Jack starts wandering around the little impromptu potluck with a deceptively casual eye. As he eats, he's taking in everything he possibly can, rolling over the warnings given to him by the frankly exquisite older woman that came peddling her strange little deal.

"Even an immortal man must die to rise again--and while immortal you will remain in this place, your state of being will...change for the duration."

He's not sure what that means yet. He's not mortal, and he's just the tiniest bit relieved by that after nearly a year letting the Master play with his insides--literally, in some cases.

He was expecting his reception here to be...a lot stranger than it was. Dangerous, full of intrigue, even violent. Instead? He gets fed--and he's reliving his 'imprisonment' all over again.

...at least the locals are cute...

{Catch the Captain anywhere around the potluck! He's really just wandering, watching, and eating, so have at it!}